The small knife was kicked far away by the woman, and Shi Jia, seeing her means of self-defense gone, could only hang her head in despair, her eyes seemingly filled with hopelessness, as if she had no more attachment to this world. Had she lost everything, and was prison her only fate now?
It was truly painful. Why did it have to be this way? Just a second ago, she was imagining a prosperous life that she deeply desired, and then suddenly, the next person condemned her to hell. If it wasn't this woman, who else would hate her so much?
Shi Jia racked her brain but couldn't figure it out. She looked up and said in her last words, "If it wasn't you, who would it be? I no longer want to drag you down with me. You swear, if it was you, what would you do?"